“If my world were a torrential storm, you would be a pink umbrella.”
“What if I were the rainy day?”
“Then I'd drop the umbrella and hold you.”
“I couldn't bear to let you get wet. I'd turn into a tiny, tiny drizzle, and only rain for a little while.”
Seventeen-year-old Qiao Shuyu met twenty-one-year-old Lin Zhique. She thought she had found the sunrise of her life, someone who would warm her for all her days.
But her lover's death became an endless stretch of gray rain, drizzling on for many years.
“Zhaozhao, you are my sunshine and my rain. What I mean is, you are my everything.”
